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December 27, 2007

RIP, Benazir Bhutto

Filed under: Politics, Uncategorized — Tags: , , — Asfandyar @ 10:34 pm

Despite her recent acquiescing with whoever was in a better position, despite her recent overdone allusions to her father’s past, despite the alleged corruption charges; this was no way to die.

Some will inevitably say, this is what she would’ve preferred, and may even be right. Martyrdom while talking to the people she proclaimed to help. But it still isn’t a way to go.

There will be speculation. There will be mourning. There will be revenge, and there will be violence. The blue torch paper has been well and truly lit. Whether the fingerprints on this belong to Musharraf, the Chaudry brothers, or indeed to an Islamic Militant organization who couldn’t quite come to terms with a woman in office, I hope the very worst on God’s green earth unto them.

One cannot help but feel for the family, for her offspring if not for her loathsome husband. For the Bhutto family as is, another one bites the dust. Zulfiqar, Benazir, Murtaza (perhaps, even Shahnawaz). 4 deaths, mostly motivated by treacherous politics.

Often times i’ve tried to bring the light towards the completely paucity of skilled political minds in Pakistan. We’ve just lost perhaps the most significant one.

Sindh is going to roar. It’s going to bleed and its going to go absolutely fucking mental. If you’re around Lyari, I suggest you run somewhere else, quickly; if you haven’t already.

Islamabad, lets see what happens to ye.

December 25, 2007

my non-definitive top 50 albums of 2007

Filed under: Music — Tags: , , — Asfandyar @ 11:30 pm

ofcourse, this isn’t a ‘greatest albums of 2007′ as much as my favourite albums of ‘07. pedantic!

they aren’t in any stringent order, but there’s still some significance of preference (atleast in terms of the top 10 being separate from the rest, i guess)

50. Modern Life Is War – Midnight In America
49. Calla – Strength In Numbers
48. Pg.Lost – Yes I Am EP
47. Art of Fighting – Runaways
46. Hrsta – The Ghosts Will Come And Kiss Our Eyes
45. Meneguar – Strangers In Our House
44. Okkervil River – The Stage Names
43. The One AM Radio – This Too Shall Pass
42. Bright Eyes – Cassadaga
41. epic45 – May Your Heart Be The Map
40. Redhooker – The Future According To Yesterday
39. Beware of Safety – It Is Curtains
38. Giants – They, The Undeserving
37. Marissa Nadler – Songs III, Birds On The Water
36. The Cinematic Orchesta – Ma Fleur
35. Maps – We Can Create
34. Bloc Party – A Weekend In The City
33. Moving Mountains – Pneuma
32. Rosetta – Wake/Lift
31. Andrew Bird – Armchair Apocrypha
30. Dinosaur Jr – Beyond
29. Baronness – Red Album
28. Stars – In Our Bedroom After The War
27. Troubles – Sen’taur
26. James Blackshaw – The Cloud of Unknowing
25. This Will Destroy You – This Will Destroy You (album is supposed to come out in ‘08, so dunno about its legitimacy here)
24. Interpol – Our Love to Admire
23. Phosphorescent – Pride
22. Caribou – Andorra
21. Wolves In The Throne Room – Two Hunters
20. Parts and Labour – Mapmaker
19. Efterklang – Under Giant Trees
18. Balmorhea – Balmorhea
17. Blonde Redhead – 23
16. Caspian – The Four Trees
15. Do Make Say Think – You, You’re A History In Rust
14. Modest Mouse – We Were Dead Before The Ship Even Sank
13. Feist – The Reminder
12. Ghastly City Sleep – Ghastly City Sleep
11. Alcest – Souvenirs D’un Autre Monde

10. Stars Of The Lid – …And Their Refinement Of The Decline
I don’t know how these texans continue to do it. Absolute masters; that’s what they are. The usual superlatives apply, soft glacial terraces floating around in soothing space. If you close your eyes, I swear you’ll see something vast. No, not a fat person, but just vast plains that may be glaciers (there it is again!) or just salt plains. They manage to evoke a ridiculous sense of association while putting you out in a place you’d be hard-pressed to find someone else. If that makes any sense. The seemingly simple drone masterpieces are deceptive, there’s a lot more hidden magic underneath.

9. Yeasayer – All Hour Cymbals
I hear trappings of Animal Collective, african folk, TV On The Radio, David Bowie, Freak-Folk. Perhaps best explained as Animal Collective meets TV On The Radio in the serengeti. Lush songs full of things going on and in all directions, and never masking the remarkable pop-sensibilities hiding undernearth. All the clapping and maracas give it a real carnival-esque atmosphere without it ever falling into sheer gimmickry. Gorgeous, textural album. Also has one of the best singles this year in 2080.

8. Spoon – Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga mp3: Spoon – The Underdog
From the start of Don’t Make Me A Target, you’re hooked, till the song’s magnificent climax and the album itself. There’s something about the vocals from these stalwarts, all the way to the callous way the music walks around. The production is fantastic and has a hand to play in the way the album’s panned out too. Best example of this is The Ghost Of Your Lingers, where the vocals are panned and there’s delay on the keys, turning into something poppy yet uncharacteristically surreal. And ofcourse, there’s the delicious Rhythm And Soul.

7. The Shins – Wincing The Night Away mp3: The Shins – Phantom Limb
So much can be said about The Shins, kings of the understated pop gem. Two albums in, they’ve gotten even tighter and more restrained with this album, all the while expanding their repertoire. That’s not to say they’ve added a brass section, but more so that they’ve expanded to more than just your latent pop melodies. Sleeping Lessons, the opener, is one such example. It’s still a pop song, without doubt, but the arpeggiated keyboard and all make it more than just a ‘hummable’ tune (if at all), providing just another plane of sound for the band to operate on. Still, a fantastic album (and their best in my opinion) for simply the best ending with its triple song attack; Split Needles, Girl Sailor, A Comet Appears.

6. Beirut – Flying Club Cup some videos
Initially, it’ll sound a lot like Gulag Orkestar. Make no mistake, it isn’t. Despite the appearance of horns and brass quintets, this albums sounds vividly french. Cliched, but i dare you to imagine something other than the wine fields of Auxerre and Bordeux, or the intricate cobblestone streets of some Parisian neighbourhoods. Gone is the seemingly happy hum-drum of Bratislava’s gypsies, replaced by a distinct french melodicism. Condon’s lyrics are still not remarkable, but with his voice slurring and all, they don’t need to be. We know what he’s saying without needing him to translate that into poetry. The post-verse beauty of the horn/brass interplay comes to the fore in Guyamas Sonora, accentuated by the harmonium, to just come full-circle a melancholic yet triumphant moment.

5. Burial – Untrue mp3: Burial – Archangel
Jesus Christ. I don’t know how to explain this album for those who’ve never heard dubstep. Why? Because i’m at a loss for words. This may very well be the one album you’d hear this year and left completely stumped at its sheer weight. Some total poundage beats, coupled with ethereal next-door neighbour (yes, irony!) vocals imbued in reverb/echo/reversals and synths rising up from the pheonix ashes. They come and go, and the atmosphere is distinctly urban, yet never overwhelming. You can see the London of the rain and urban concrete when you hear this though, without missing a single beat. A headphone album though, without a doubt.

4. Eluvium – Copia mp3: Eluvium – Prelude for Time Feelers
It’s Matthew Cooper, for fucks sake. All of you should bow to this musical genius. Copia doesn’t have Cooper falling back upon Talk Amongst The Trees era ambient/electronic, but more of a mixture of Lambent Material meets the classicism of An Accidental Memory In The Case of Death. So what we get are essentially classical pieces, movements in songs with normal lengths and a fair sense of minimalism (though this is NOT a minimalist album), drowning in swathes of subtle, gorgeous synths and strings. It’s subtle, hardly forceful, and as always with Cooper, extremely emotive.

3. 65daysofstatic – The Destruction Of Small Ideas
Their last album was more aggressive, though still less so then their first. Destruction takes all that down, substantially. The visceral aggression is gone, but has been replaced with a more mature sense of sound (and noise!). Added instrumental interplay with violins and glockenspiels and brass making more than just fleeting appearances also adds to the maturity of the band in terms of their sound. It isn’t as easy to discern what 65dos are made up of anymore. They’re still post-rock meets IDM at heart, but the lines are now increasingly blurry. And they’re all the better for it.

2. Low – Drums And Guns mp3: Low – Breaker
It’s Low. Instead of chucking out producer Dave Fridmann after some of the negative press they’d gotten regarding The Great Destroyer, they just kept with him and all the better of it. This album is a cracker! Fridmann’s production mastery has lent a brave hand to Low’s experimental side as they’ve forgotten to convalesce and coerced instead an album of sheer noise and at times ‘beats’ with layers of the duo’s (Sparhawk and Parker) angelic vocals. Dragonfly, Breaker, Violent Past are all Low classics. Dragonfly especially is incredibly haunting.

1. The National – Boxer mp3: The National – Fake Empire
Genius.

December 21, 2007

sherpao, still alive.

Filed under: Politics — Asfandyar @ 11:55 pm

More than 50 people were killed today when a suicide attacker detonated a bomb at a crowded mosque near the home of Pakistan’s former interior minister on one of Islam’s major holidays.The bomber blew himself up as worshippers held prayers on the holy day of Eid al-Adha at the mosque inside Aftab Khan Sherpao’s sprawling compound in Sherpao, a village 20 miles from the city of Peshawar, in Pakistan’s North-West Frontier Province.

The bomber had apparently sat in the front row of worshippers and begun to pray before exploding the device.

more here 

ofcourse, there’s irony here. obvious, not-so-funny irony; blowing yourself up in a mosque. I wonder whether they’ve gone through the hadith that state how the mosque is NOT supposed to place where you attach C4 to yourself on Eid and murder people.

Does this, though, make the secret detention facilities seem less harrowing and more, um, necessary?

I’d just like to point out i’m not advocating anything here. Just that standing on moral absolutes is rather shaky ground.

December 19, 2007

a burnt sage

Filed under: Poetry — Asfandyar @ 11:24 pm

i will burn you a new age,
as walls of mud will gave way to
a new forest filled with berries,
and the lament of ancient kings.
prick them, and lie on your water bed,
drink the blood you’ve drained
and poured into your crystal cups.
tear up that cloth and that paper
upon which you’ve decreed,
the surrender of those steeds
and their loyal masters, who
whisper in solitary blind quarters,
of what you’ve done with glib ardor;
and of this terrible December,
a month of the poisoned chalice;

an uncertain life is the ultimate solace.

December 16, 2007

Pineapple Thief

Filed under: Music — Tags: , — Asfandyar @ 5:26 pm

here you go theplasticpoet:

Pineapple Thief – 137 

Pineapple Thief – Little Man

Pineapple Thief – Variations On A Dream 

I don’t have What We Have Sown at the moment, but scouring the net got me these two links (from regnyouth in particular)

http://lix.in/ed733b
http://lix.in/e4e6ae

Since its rapidshit I dunno if it’ll work, but good luck I suppose..

December 12, 2007

horses in the sky

Filed under: Music — Asfandyar @ 7:21 pm

So, in this ‘winter of discontent’, I’ve been revisiting some albums of yore that had a substantial effect on me. One of them, is A Silver Mount Zion’s Horses In The Sky. I guess there’s nothing that can be said about Efrim and cohorts that hasn’t already been voiced, so i’ll leave any ‘objectivity’ there, wrapped in plastic and thrown into the fridge.

So, to follow true blogger fashion, some lyrics:

Oh, my broken lamb
I worry when you cry
Baby’s gonna fetch ya
Horses in the sky

Though dead hands ring the garden
And these are violent times
And violence brings more violence
And liars bring more lies

Though we were born defeated
Worried, tired and scared
And monsters build mean robots
Launching rockets into the air

And the wealth of our nations
Fed on angel blood
And our cities shot with moneyed schemes
Built on twigs and mud

And our schools look like prisons
And our prisons look like malls
And downtown’s just a sick parade
Where no one cares at all

And our heroes all died crazy
Broken, poor or shot
Let’s celebrate their tragedy
And sanctify the loss

And manifest the daydream
Like those who failed before
And glorify our small attempts
And hate ourselves no more

Blow words between this sucker’s teeth
And bind these panicked hands
Lose your heart like a clumsy bell
Please be well

Please be well
Please be well
Please be well
Please be well…

And all I true love
Is the light in my sister’s darling eyes…

The constant reiterations of a remorseful ‘please be well’ is melancholy at its stupefying best. Not to mention when everything fades away and you get Efrim’s trademark whine-esque “and all i true love, is the light, in my sister’s darling eyes.”

Links to the album:

torrent 

megaupload

December 9, 2007

some funny football related videos

Filed under: Football, Video — Asfandyar @ 11:26 pm

hahahaha. these are class.

December 1, 2007

the return

Filed under: Uncategorized — Asfandyar @ 6:59 pm

 listening to: Unwed Sailor – The Marionette And The Music Box

We’re all ever so decrepit. Yes! It’s that time again! Time for nihilistic, doom-mongering bull that shall do its best to perpetuate our sadistic notions of ‘life’!

I have so many movies to watch, so many to get (or download). Can’t find the time, can’t find the time.

We graciously accept. I’ve been wondering lately, is it pathetic or admirable to find 40+ year old Marxists?

Admirable because they still believe in that sense of ideological purpose, or of a fantastically better world.

Pathetic because they still cling to such idealistic notions that are nowhere near embedded in any form or substance of reality.

Either way, both have a tendency to be insipid. The realist proclaiming a ‘truer’ sense of self and reality, while the idealist will trump up ideas and notions to make the world a drastically better place that’s infinitely more appealing.

I feel like breaking out into poetry now, but that’d just seem fuck weird. Not to mention it just conjured up images of myself dressed up in a clown-suit jumping around as if avoiding a bucketload of cockroaches.

Fuck, how i hate cockroaches. Crushing them is rather endearing, in all honesty, and the white ‘juice/blood’ that flows out just reminds me more of eclairs.

I laughed a bit while reading Bertrand Russell’s Has Man A Future? I don’t know why, for i’m certain its not intended to be funny as such; but there’s amusement there. Maybe inculcated by Russell himself, a sort of in-between-the-lines subliminal/ironic humour?

I still want to smash that guy’s face. Not Russell, ofcourse.

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